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A middle-aged man wearing an official hat took a newspaper, squinted his eyes and read it in the teahouse.

[Ten days ago, after Wu Tailang, a tall and handsome man selling pancakes at the city gate, returned home, he found his wife Lianzi crying at home. After careful questioning, I found out that Lianzi had a vague dream last night. Wu Dalang went out to drink with his sworn brother Dongmen Qing tonight, but he never came back...]

The official clicked his tongue. His distant nephew was the imperial guard. The nephew who had just changed into an ordinary long coat was yelling something on the street, but before he walked in, his own nephew saw him first, but he didn't expect that the nephew Seeing him, he turned around and ran away, leaving only two similarly dressed colleagues still selling newspapers. Out of curiosity, the official bought a copy.

That brat's parents left early, and the officials brought up his nephew and sent him to the Royal Army, so what is he doing... Selling newspapers?

Could it be that he was kicked out by the Royal Army and was embarrassed to go home so he made a living selling newspapers.

The middle-aged man frowned indistinctly, and continued to read the newspaper:

[Wu Taro laughed and comforted his wife, although he did intend to have a drink with Dongmen Qing today, but since his wife said so, he should not go, so Wu Tailang rejected Dongmen Qing's invitation, and Dongmen Qing had to be alone Go drinking alone.As a result, news came the next day that Dongmen Qing was missing...]

Didn’t he buy a political newspaper? What’s published are all the contents of the storybook:

[It was Dongmen Qing's guard who came to report the letter, because the guard knew that Dongmen Qing had come to look for Wu Tailang.After drinking, Dongmen Qing was going to have fun, so he dismissed the guards. The guards never saw Dongmen Qing after they left the tavern.At this moment, the only one who knows Dongmen Qing's whereabouts is Wu Tailang who often goes out with him...]

The official wondered in his heart: No way, don't Wu Tailang be framed as a murderer.

He shook the newspaper and turned to the next page:

[If you want to know what will happen next, buy a periodical. 】

Official: "..."

After drinking the tea in front of him in one gulp, the official felt itchy. After all, it's been a long time since I saw such an interesting book, and he even forgot about teaching his cheap nephew a lesson.After returning home, he stopped his nephew and asked, "When will the next issue of the magazine you sell this afternoon come out?"

Royal Army nephew in [What!The second uncle actually found out that I was selling newspapers? ] and [Nani!Is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's newspaper so attractive? ] There was silence.

The newspapers for more than ten days in a row include cruel love, officialdom, daily life of the royal family, myths and legends, gossip...there are so many types of stories, and they are very popular among the people.

It's just that each story has one common feature:

There are always characters who die suddenly without preparation.

Most of them are missing, and even if the bodies are found, the bodies are broken and no longer complete.Coupled with the author's detailed description, every reader can see that the dead were all killed by beast-like creatures.

There are many stories in the newspaper, and readers can choose the one they like to read, but there are also readers who read every story with gusto.

After a certain literate old man finished reading a story to a group of women and children, a certain woman suddenly murmured: "The son of Mrs. Liuzi on the third street...isn't that how it is."

At that time, the guards also came, but later it can only be said that the wolf came down the mountain and killed Aunt Liu's son.

But okay, will the wolf on the back mountain run to the farmer's house?

With one opening, the women with big tongues began to discuss, "I heard that two days after Liuzi's son was buried, the grave was actually dug up!"

"...It seems that the corpse is missing pieces!"

"I know this too! At that time Liuzi was crying so badly, the whole street knew about it."

"So disgusting? Aunt Liu Zi and his son are nice people."

"Isn't it? There's also the beggar milk doll from last year, don't you remember!"

"Just the one in the little pink pleated skirt, her father is so precious!"

"It disappeared suddenly too! There is only a pool of blood at the gate of the yard flowing to the back mountain..."

"And according to a passing drunk, it seems that someone took it away, because he saw a figure of an adult holding a child, that is, the neck was on the child... He said that he was in a daze at the time, what? Can't even make a sound."

A woman looked around and couldn't help but leaned forward, "My son is an official in the city. He told me the last time he came home. Many people are in that casino in the city. He disappeared, and I heard that he owed money and was detained by the owner of the casino."

"casino?"

"It's the biggest one in Tokyo City. I passed by and took a look when I entered the city last time. I'm so obedient, it's called a big one."

"Well, it's not easy for us to talk about such a big family."

Seeing that no one was going to ask further questions, the woman became anxious, "I heard that the man was not detained, but disappeared altogether!"

"Gone?"

"That's right, my son said that there was a rich businessman who wanted to go in to show off, but he never came out again. He is the least short of money! The next day his wife gave out thousands of dollars to redeem him, but he was caught by the casino They were kicked out. It is said that her master has never been here, but her wife watched the master go in personally!"

Now someone is finally interested, "Hey? Isn't your son the official who manages these things?"

"That's right! So my son took the case and wanted to investigate the casino, but the casino was covered by more powerful nobles, and there was no way to start! We could only sneak in quietly, and guess what happened?"

"Tell me what's wrong!"

"My son said, he saw a darkroom in the basement of a casino, and there was a smell of blood in it, thinking that something was wrong, he ran out quickly!"

"..."

The blond young man passing by inspecting the terrain and arranging the patrol army, listened to the nagging of the village women, and continued to move forward without stopping.

For the villagers who have never been attacked by ghosts, they have lived peacefully for a lifetime.If the government directly said: there are ghosts around you, be careful, they can eat people, and they will die.

Who believes it!

It is better to let them find the answer from the doubts in daily life, and finally add the promotion of the emperor's government... In this way, the big tree of vigilance in the hearts of the people will be difficult to shake.

The seeds of doubt have germinated.

However, the casinos in Tokyo City... also have problems?

The blond young man in autumn □□ dressed up and worshiped the ancestors with Emperor Meiji. After completing the whole ceremony, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince hurried back to the East Palace, and collapsed on the recliner like a salted fish.

Seeing its owner, the falcon with brown tail feathers flew to Hong Xiang with a long roar.

Hong Xiang: "..."

Falcon was very dissatisfied that his master only used it to deliver the letter, and stared at the blond young man with yellow eyes.

Hong Xiang looked away.

Eagle training is commonly known as falcon boiling. God knows how tired he was when he tamed this eagle and stared at him for two nights without rest.If it weren't for the mobile phone not working... alas.

The blond-haired young man tore off his heavy costume, and remained on the reclining chair mercilessly. Immediately, a maid trotted over to tidy up the clothes that His Highness the Crown Prince had taken off.

Hongxiang opened the small tube on Falcon's claw, and there was a letter from Purgatory Xingshourou inside.

Most of the trainers are retired members of the Ghost Killing Team. They live in enclosures and rarely interact with the outside world. It is difficult to meet them without the recommendation of fellow teachers or acquaintances.

Although Makijuro, the father of Purgatory Kyojuro, was a previous Yanzhu, he did not become a trainer for some reason, but there are still members of the retired column who became trainers.

In this letter, apart from the daily greetings, Purgatory Xingshourou brought him information about the two trainers.

Sagiriyama's predecessor, Mizuzuru Rintaki Sakonji, and Momoyama's predecessor, Narutoku Kuwashima Jigoro.

Purgatory Xingshoulang who practiced "Breath of Flame" naturally didn't have letters of introduction from other teachers, and being able to produce this information is all he can do, so can Hong Xiang meet the trainer and invite the trainer? Going down the mountain to train his army depends on Hongxiang's ability.

The letter was only a few hundred words long, but Hong Xiang took a long time to read it.

The blue eyes of the blond youth stayed on a name:

Lin Taki left the next time.

It should be the first time I have seen this name, but... her right hand is slightly trembling and she covers her chest.

The beating frequency of the chest heart suddenly increased.

***

The altitude of Mount Sagiri is quite high, the air is thin, and the temperature is extremely low. It snows for half of the year.

In the pine forest not far from the cabin, several low pine trees are connected with thick red and white ropes. There is a small torii hanging above the rock, and a fox face is placed on the rock for worship.

This is the No. 11 fox mask worshiped by Sajiro Rinaki Taki. On the red and white thick rope, there are ten other masks hanging.

The blond juvenile cat that only reached the old man's shoulder was behind the woods, looking at the old man standing silently in the snow, without speaking.

the second year.

"Ah, ah, I'm too weak, I don't want to go to Fujiyama!" The blond boy who was almost as tall as an old man grabbed Ryotaki Zuojiro's neck desperately and did not let go.

The former Shui Zhu looked at the disciple who was most likely to inherit his mantle, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

The flesh-colored half-long-haired boy grabbed the blond boy's waist, and controlled himself not to pull off the golden textured mask on the boy's waist, "Katsuki, let go of Mr. Rinaki!"

A petite black-haired girl covered her mouth and snickered.

Sato was obviously out of breath, and clearly agreed that the three of them would go to the final selection together this year!What kind of man does Momojiji look like now!

"Damn... Katsuki, if you are still a man, you must do what you say! Don't rely on Mr. Rinaki!"

"Yiyong Yiyong, you also came to persuade Sato! Tutu actually asked his brother Katsuki to take part in the battle with injuries!" The blond boy blinked his blue eyes, and looked at Tomioka Yoshiyuki who was doing nothing.

Before Tomioka Yoshiyuki could speak, Sato retorted: "I was pricked by a small wooden thorn, and there was no blood left?"

By the way, you are the one who has practiced the best "breathing of water" and swordsmanship, and they are not afraid of you.

The blond boy suddenly twitched, "Wow, I obviously didn't tell anyone, how did you know, Tutu?"

Satoshi: "..."

Rinaki Sajiro: "...cough."

After being delayed by the blond boy, it was already evening, and the mountains were very dangerous at night, so it was better not to go out even if there were three of them in a company.

The cabin of the previous water column was not big, and the three teenagers all slept in one room.Just as Tomioka Yoshiyuki closed his eyes and fell asleep, the person next to him kicked him.

The black-haired boy who woke up had his expression unchanged, and moved a little to give way to the person in the middle, but he was kicked again before waiting for more than ten seconds.

Yoshiyuki Tomioka: "..."

The blond boy in the middle leaned over, "Yiyong Yiyong, are you awake?"

"……Um."

"Tell you something, pretend to be sick with me tomorrow." The blond boy was very close, and Tomioka Yoshiyuki could feel him behind him through the quilt.

"……why."

"Look, Zhenzhu will continue to train for another year. If the four of us go together next year, we can take good care of them."

Yoshioka Tomioka in bed tried his best to cheer up: Yes, there is also real wild rice.

After studying with Sajiro Rinaki for several years, Yoshiyuki Tomioka also knows the story of those fox faces, and the final selection of Fujishiyama is not without danger.

If it's Katsuki and Sabito, there's no need to worry, because they are very strong, much stronger than me.

But if the three of them leave this year, what will happen next year.

The breathing of the person behind was still steady, and even a trace of hot air sprayed to the back of his neck.

After a long time, Yoshiyuki Tomioka gave a "hmm" and buried his head in the quilt.

The blond-haired boy who got the answer rolled back to his place, gave a giggly smile, and continued to sleep sullenly.

On the other side, the flesh-haired boy opened his eyes and snorted silently.

At the time of departure the next day, all three teenagers who were going to participate in the final selection fell ill.

The reason is kicking the quilt in the middle of the night.

Rinaki Sajiro: "..."

The third year.

Four boys and girls wearing fox masks left Sagiri Mountain side by side.

In the extra year, he taught the three "deliberately sick" teenagers a lesson, especially Katsuki. If he didn't use all his strength to suppress him, that brat's tail would go up to the sky.

…………

Half a month later, the bad news reached Sawu Mountain.

On the rock under the torii, there are No. 12 fox noodles.

A fox face painted with a golden coat of arms.

***

As autumn just entered, Sagiri Mountain began to snow. Zuo Rinaki recently picked up the prey he had just hunted, and planned to go down the mountain to exchange for some daily necessities.

The old man wearing the tengu mask suddenly raised his head, and the face under the mask showed a look of surprise.

There was a person standing at the upper air outlet, maybe because he was facing the wind, Lin Takizuo didn't smell the smell immediately for the first time.

He was wearing clothes with gold patterns on a black background, holding a white umbrella, which blended perfectly with the color of the snow.

The angle of the umbrella is not high, and only one of his chins is exposed. Coupled with the blur of the fluttering snow, the visitor seems a little alienated and has a cold temperament.

Lifting the white umbrella, revealing a pair of green eyes of clear water and secluded pool, especially conspicuous among the mountains and snow.His thin lips moved slightly, and faintly spit out a word:

"excuse me."